I was dying. Fang was here and it is okay. We were in a cave so close to mom's house yet so far away. I was sick. I was- what's with the "I was"'s gosh. I was thinking about my last words, should I say something:
a. Cliche
b. Dramatic
c. Max-like
d. Boring
e. Random
I chose C. What should I say? I got it. What if I say it and I don't die? Highly unlikely, loosing a lot of blood and getting sick is a big no-no in the medical world. The reason we're not going to the hospital is because everytime I get held by Fang to go, I throw up because of the rocking. It's not a pretty scene for the people below us. I was sweating and shivering. Fang built a fire and put the kids to sleep. Iggy didn't sleep because he was "looking"- as much looking goes for a blind guy- after me with Fang. Iggy was wetting a cloth and putting it over the fire to humidify the air. Fang, wiping the sweat away.
"Max, do you want me to go to Dr. M and ask her to come here or something?"
I froze. My body was moving involuntarily. The pain was excruciating. The pain shot from my head down to my stomach. I turned away into the bushes and threw up. Fang turned me over again and wiped my mouth and he didn't even hide the worry coursing through him. Iggy came over with a cup of water. I shakily washed my mouth. My stomach was churning as if it had anything to churn. It kept on going for a few seconds and it stopped. I visiblly relaxed but then my head started to pound and I screeched. Fang and Iggy jumped. I closed my eyes and whimpered. In the darkness Fang and Iggy whispered.
"Iggy, we have to get Dr. Martinez and fast."
"It might be... Okay."
"Can you go over to her and bring her fast?"
"To save... Okay"
I heard rustling and the distant beat of wings. Fang dragged a wet cloth over my forehead. The pain disappeared and I heard few movements. Angel's voice broke the dreaded silence. I opened my eyes.
"Max?"
The world was fading. Iggy just came back, he was fast.
"Dr.M's coming in five minutes."
"Max is not going to last longer," Angel was sobbing out waking up the others.
"Angel. Don't talk like that," Fang said in a hopeless voice.
"Angel what's wrong? What's happening? Max isn't better right?" Nudge ranted out the endless questions
"Max? Max? What's wrong with you? I trusted you not to leave us?" Gazzy was angry.
The fire was going out, or it wasn't and my light was fading.
"MAX! Don't think like that please!" Angel shouted. Fang winced and Nudge and Gazzy was crying, Iggy was sitting there as if waiting for something to come along to make this better. I guess Angel just sent my thoughts out. It was fading again. Angel's bright curls of blond was turning brown, Fang's face was blurry, Iggy's hope was fading, Gazzy's blue eyes were clouding, Nudge's talking mouth was a blurr. I'm losing my senses. I couldn't hear it was all deafened with a shrill note. Iggy jumped up and shouted something. Dr. M's here. Angel's thought rang through my head above the ringing. I was numb. I couldn't feel the warmth of the fire the gentle hand of Fang over mine and the feeling of my aching head. My eyes gave out, but I kept breathing, my breath came out in gasps and the flicker of light of the scene of Mom hastily checking me. The scene flickered again and I blacked out. My breathing choked itself out and tears rolled out of my eyes. Bye world it was nice being an Avian-American. The last thing I felt was the slight pressure on my lips before I went.